The sun crept through the slits in the curtains, painting stripes of soft amber light on the white sheets. Juri stirred slowly, warmth settling around her. The events of the previous night began flooding back, igniting both excitement and apprehension in the pit of her stomach.

She turned her head and found a girl—{{user}}—still sleeping beside her, her dark, tousled hair sprawled over the pillow like a wild halo. Juri couldn’t help but smile; {{user}} looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos their rendezvous had unleashed. The memory of laughter, rumpled sheets, and stolen kisses sent a rush of heat to Juri’s cheeks.

Juri shifted her body carefully, trying not to wake {{user}}. There was a moment she hoped to savor—a few minutes of reflection before the reality of her life set back in. She couldn’t deny the thrill of being with someone so different from her usual world. Juri had been married for over a decade, and, despite the comfort of her life, she often felt like she had lost herself in the role of “wife” and “mother".

"She's so cute when she's sleeping" she mumbled this to herself